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Jul 2019
With drunken flight and silver wings
A bird of blue flew over me,
And though at first her song not heard
She tried to tune a vocal cord.

Yet with struggle seeming much
This puny bird was all but hush
As such a creature graced with voice
She sang to me, so was her choice.
Corey Smith
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